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“Hey, what’s up?”
She didn’t understand
all his misguided
excitement
so early in the
morning
he said
it had been
12-days since
they had last
talked
though she had
paid it
little to
no mind,
she wasn’t quite
awake yet
the clock
only a touch
past 6:00am
but
she could see
he expected more
than just a
smile
from her today,
did he really
count the days
she thought
for a second
before relenting
to his
pleading smile
and hopeful eyes
and so
she dropped
into a story
about a mini flood
in her kitchen
last week
due to a spiteful
refrigerator
unhappy with
it’s social standing
in her kitchen,
she couldn’t help
but notice
she had his
complete attention
as she talked about
water damaged tiles
he’s
hanging on to
each and every
word
as if
he’s waiting for
some surprise ending
or maybe
he’s just got
a thing for
floor tile
she let that
thought
slip away
with the end
of her story
feeling good about
offering him up
her personal time
knowing it meant
more to him
than most.
He couldn’t wait
to see her,
Yes
he had counted
the days
but it wasn’t
his fault
whenever he
thought about
her
the days in till
he saw her next
would just line-up
in his mind
begging to be
counted,
he saw her
standing there
but walked up
slowly
and maybe
a little to
quietly
he just wanted
to see her
in her relaxed
natural state
and as quickly as
that thought
trailed through
his head
another one
attached its self
to its tail
asking him
if he understood
just how weird
that previous thought
was
and he
nodded yes
to himself
that he did,
he got his
standard
opening line
from her
“Hey, what’s up?”
never really sure
if she wanted
an answer
or not
he tried to judge
her morning
temperament
could he push it
and try and get
more than just
a smile
out of her,
he didn’t have
to guess today
his most
commonly used
morning question
“What’s new?”
was returned
with an inside
look
in to her life,
yes
it was about
kitchen flooring
but it was
her kitchen
and her
floor tiles
and as she spoke
he felt
entwined with her
each word
pulling her
closer to him
he wanted to
reach out and
hug her,
again
he couldn’t ignore
the bright red
neon sign
in his mind
flashing
“WEIRD”
“WEIRD”
“WEIRD”
so he backed
away
from the hug
idea
and just enjoyed
listening to
her battle with
a bunch of
12 x 12 floor tiles
and a vengeful
refrigerator
and when the
story concluded
he joyfully bounced
down the isle
letting her escape
forgetting to ask
her
his usual barrage
of follow-up
questions,
wondering
if she knew
it would be
seven more
days
before he
saw her
again…
Tom Allen…09-26-2017…
She didn’t understand
all his misguided
excitement
so early in the
morning
he said
it had been
12-days since
they had last
talked
though she had
paid it
little to
no mind,
she wasn’t quite
awake yet
the clock
only a touch
past 6:00am
but
she could see
he expected more
than just a
smile
from her today,
did he really
count the days
she thought
for a second
before relenting
to his
pleading smile
and hopeful eyes
and so
she dropped
into a story
about a mini flood
in her kitchen
last week
due to a spiteful
refrigerator
unhappy with
it’s social standing
in her kitchen,
she couldn’t help
but notice
she had his
complete attention
as she talked about
water damaged tiles
he’s
hanging on to
each and every
word
as if
he’s waiting for
some surprise ending
or maybe
he’s just got
a thing for
floor tile
she let that
thought
slip away
with the end
of her story
feeling good about
offering him up
her personal time
knowing it meant
more to him
than most.
He couldn’t wait
to see her,
Yes
he had counted
the days
but it wasn’t
his fault
whenever he
thought about
her
the days in till
he saw her next
would just line-up
in his mind
begging to be
counted,
he saw her
standing there
but walked up
slowly
and maybe
a little to
quietly
he just wanted
to see her
in her relaxed
natural state
and as quickly as
that thought
trailed through
his head
another one
attached its self
to its tail
asking him
if he understood
just how weird
that previous thought
was
and he
nodded yes
to himself
that he did,
he got his
standard
opening line
from her
“Hey, what’s up?”
never really sure
if she wanted
an answer
or not
he tried to judge
her morning
temperament
could he push it
and try and get
more than just
a smile
out of her,
he didn’t have
to guess today
his most
commonly used
morning question
“What’s new?”
was returned
with an inside
look
in to her life,
yes
it was about
kitchen flooring
but it was
her kitchen
and her
floor tiles
and as she spoke
he felt
entwined with her
each word
pulling her
closer to him
he wanted to
reach out and
hug her,
again
he couldn’t ignore
the bright red
neon sign
in his mind
flashing
“WEIRD”
“WEIRD”
“WEIRD”
so he backed
away
from the hug
idea
and just enjoyed
listening to
her battle with
a bunch of
12 x 12 floor tiles
and a vengeful
refrigerator
and when the
story concluded
he joyfully bounced
down the isle
letting her escape
forgetting to ask
her
his usual barrage
of follow-up
questions,
wondering
if she knew
it would be
seven more
days
before he
saw her
again…
Tom Allen…09-26-2017…